Poem: Our Plan Did Not Go Well

Our Plan Did Not Go Well

and the things we did instead
were nothing I wanted,
did not satisfy any of those desires.
I am still trapped with them,
and they will not relent,
will continue to demand
what was anticipated,
what has been denied.
I know, it is impossible
to change this, to have it.
The chance was missed
and it is gone, will not return.
It is the way of things,
but I am still waiting.
I do not know
how to let go of it.
I want to make it better
and not have it be one more thing
that has gone all wrong
and cannot be corrected.

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